A post-summer ramble
Elizabeth Moore
Summer just kind of happened to me. I doggy-paddled my way through it, and now I’m craving routine and consistency.
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Living a life of hope & wholeness and sometimes writing about it.
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Summer just kind of happened to me. I doggy-paddled my way through it, and now I’m craving routine and consistency.
Read MoreThese past few months, I’ve had lots of questions about where I am and what I’m doing these days. That’s a great question—one that I love answering! Your concerned, quizzical looks are valid. I’m not exactly doing “life” or “job” or “young-adult-living-situation” in a conventional way, but I’m exactly where I need to be, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Read MoreTwo nights ago, I sat down to write and nothing came out.
It was very frustrating. The writing had a deadline, but the words and ideas said "nope."
The setting was so perfect! A cozy fire, a snuggly living room, a cup of hot tea, no boys in the house, and even a cuddly dog! Nothing says, "Come write in my environment of perfection" like that scenario, you know?
But no. Something was off, and I couldn't do it.
Something in my spirit was halting me, holding me back, and it wasn't just writer's block. I had all the drive, all the momentum, every desire to write beautiful words in front of this beautiful fireplace, and then post a beautiful Instagram and make a beautiful name for myself. And my spirit said no.
Not this way.
Read MoreI could hide nothing. I was exposed, clutching my shame, my wounds, and my unforgivableness. I told her everything. Our conversation, the shame that it uncovered, and the guilt that I feel obligated to carry around.
She saw my issue: unbelief. She saw that I struggled to forgive myself and believe that Christ has made me His own. I struggled to believe that He’s forgiven me and that I am forgivable.
So she asked me a simple question:
“What does the Lord want to say to you in the morning?”
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